Lyrics
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Ones... Timb's... when I dress... Ain't no other nigga lookin' dis' fresh
Ones... Timb's... when I dress.. Ain't no other nigga lookin' dis' fresh
I'm lookin' too good in here... I'm lookin too good in here... I'm lookin' too good in here... I'm lookin' too good in here
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When I step up in dis bitch, everybody gaze & look / Cocaine white air ones, sho nuff got these haters shook
Take a look & see boy, at my pretty clean toys / Why ya dame on me boy? My money, naw it's me boy
Plus I pop the finest ho's, cuz I rock the nicest clothes / Most of ya'll dont have it, so you askin' where you buyin' those?
Try it doe, get a clue, I'll let that eight spit at chu / It's pitiful, the laces in my shoes match my fitted too
Dis the truth, Source nice he don't gotta floss ice / Desert eagle for these little people wit they jaws tight
It's all right, you wanna shine, but you ain't no bonafide / Pimp, so you don't know to stay cold in the summer-time
I'm the guy, the chicks love, best believe I gets love / Play a ho, then a pull ho, they cheesin' when they get subbed
In the game, fo' a minute, testify like co-defendants / No lie I'm just so relentless, they be like he so authentic
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You can say I be collectin' em, cuz my feet always stretchin' em / Soon as I get em out the box, some faggot nigga step on em
And mess em up, but fuck it though, cuz I'm too busy puffin' dro / Mean muggin', clean somethin', my Timbs never touch the snow
It's nothin' yo, I'll bang the glock, if ya people came to box / We can strap, cuz when I clap, you'll be lower than ankle socks
Slang ya rocks, stack ya bread, don't make me have to pack ya head / For sayin' that I'm sayin' wat these other fuckin' rappers said
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Da Kid Source a killa kid, got them thangs to fill ya lid / Drill ya' shit, aim low than change clothes like Jigga did
Nigga's get kinda gully, wen dey sippin' on dat potion / Shells gon go inside ya' scully when you find out wat I'm totin'
Barrels smokin', not a jam, either way I'll pop ya fam / Make my way next to ya' lady and take her right off ya hands
Goddamn, he too slick, make ya wifey eat the dick / I be too grown, my beater on, so you know I'll beat ya' bitch
Beat it quick, I'm makin' moves, haters see I paid my dues / Stay high, get fly, tell Spike it ain't the shoes
Blaze a few cuz we nuts, shake & groove to these cuts / Speak up, Da Source GQ, plus I'm G'd up
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